Anjathey

I am back after watching this movie ANJATHEY.
I am back and not just back because, you know, it takes some time to watch two movies. And that too at the cost of one. Though the movie's length is 3hrs and 20 minutes, the movie was great. Not because, the movie didn't make me feel I was sitting for that long, but because the movie made me feel that sitting that long is worth it.

Coming to the movie, you get a feeling of seeing the works of people like, Quentin Tarantino, Ethan Coen, Joel Coen, Martin Scorscese et al. The movie even from the beginning is gripping. The best part of the movie is the one or two subtle comedies which gel along with the plot.

Cinematography is top class. But I have to say, this kind of cinematography is for the class and not the mass. Angles covered by the lens is unbelievable. First time I got to see, natural lighting used even in the dark for a tamil movie.

Background music must have been the less costly part of the movie. They have done with a single violin. But it is surely taking the movie to a higher level.

Coming to the logical mistakes, I didn't spot any except for a slight miss in the re-recording in one of the scenes. They have used pre-recorded sound for sounds like, an auto-rikshaw stopping and a car moving backwards. The driver of the auto-rickshaw switches off the engine the sound of which continues for a couple of seconds longer and then gradually dies out.


Naren needs a lot of practice to walk and run decently and that too in front of the camera. His acting skills are only fair. Ajmal has done a decent job. He is better than Naren with the emotions. Vijayalaksmi's dialogue delivery reminds me of some 12-13 yr old girl speaking.

Pandiarajan has no role. Prasanna's new looks do not fit him. In the final scene he sees his watch, it only reminds me of Anandaraj in a vijaykanth movie who used to clap his hands even while dying. Climax is superb.

On the whole, the movie is worth watching twice or more. Twice if you don't understand some scenes. More than twice if you just love the movie for no reason. I am planning to get a DVD as soon as it gets released officialy.

Cultivate boredom

When I find nothing to post, I type like this. This is actually the best way to while away the never moving time and to harvest the boredom that was cultivated.

Why did I cultivate boredom?
I was advised that the seeds of boredom once sown need not be sown every season. They grow in you even if harvest again and again.

Thank god! I have made a good investment.

Boredom is the best thing that can happen to a human soul. Its best feature is its occurrence reassures our condition of not having anything big to worry about.
Once, when I was a child, I was constantly being disturbed by the fact that I didn’t have big pencils. The dreams of holding a big pencil, taller than all the pencils of my friends’ in the class constantly kept me thinking of the ways to ask my mom to get me a new pencil.

At this point of time, you may have a doubt, any pencil which I had must have been bought by my parents for me, and it means that I also had big pencils.

Yes, I had big pencils. But I was not given big pencils to school as my parents feared that I may loose the new pencils and allowed me to write the homework using the new pencil till it became short. I also thought about this idea then of hiding my new pencil somewhere and pretending to have lost it and taking it to school the next day.

I also tried that once hiding it below the table and failed bitterly when the devil wearing the prada of the sweeper woman took the pencil and gave it to my mom. Poor me, I was not that bright enough then to find a better place to hide them.

Then I got this idea once. But I was only 6 yrs old then and was doubtful if I had the physical power and mental tenacity to do it. I worked on the plan meticulously for some days. During those days, I ordered for a nutritious diet. I only ate food that was rich in protein and fiber. I also toughened up my mind by seeing the most frightening scene one could see, the lady next door. She was a big lady and frightened me whenever I went to her house to get the ball which would have ended its projectile after hitting her window pane.

The plan was simple. When my mom gives me the pencil one day to write the homework, I should break it into two with bare hands. It required a lot of physical strength to break it and mental power to do it in front of my mom.

I had only one logic supporting this plan. If I cannot show off the big pencils to my friends, what use do I have of them?

Moral: Cultivate boredom

ABF

I want to licence the bermuda purchase. I want to cancel the bermuda purchase licence once an individual crosses 35 yrs of age. They only threaten small children showing their to-be polio attacked legs and worn out bones. Children start losing hope at a small age and believe, anyways they will develop those kinds of legs later in their life. One of my neighbour's son aged around 6 to 7 yrs, slipped into coma on seeing his dad's thighs.

His dad is a first generation software engineer or any engineer for that matter, from some small town down south. He would have worn his brother's pants and shared them with his friends in hostel. Now, he not being very sure about the ways of the city bred jokers, and trying to ape them, got a bermuda which is no longer than a boxer. Poor soul, should have really felt ashamed when he came out of the room wearing it and bigger shock was his son slipping into coma.

What do these people really want? Do they need the comfort of a bermuda or a status wearing a bermuda? Or is it the feeling of being a 10 to 20 year old is what they really want? Whatever might be their need and reason, I find it funny.

These experiences force me to think about the kinds of bermuda which people wear.

1. Made for two, worn by one.
These are the kind of bermuda which are usally bought for children. The dads of the above kind when getting a boxer size for themselves, force their kids into these human sacks. These are usually reserved for kids because, they don't feel anything when they run or dive even when the wind is strong enough....

2. Made for none, worn by one

They usually wear these kind of bermuda when they take their sons or daughters to swimming lessons. They pretend as if they themselves are going to make a nosedive into the water and take swimming lessons. Sometimes I find circumference of those bermudas to be much lesser than a deodorant bottle.

3. Made for 6, worn by their squares.

These are popularly called three-fourths. These are actually full pants made for 6 to 10 yr olds. I find these are usually worn when they take their family to a picnic. When the picnic spot is even a 50 km away from a beach, they wear this.

Once I found a man wearing it whenever he went to the terrace, only to find that there were heaps of sand kept for some over-head tank repair.

4. Grammar bermuda

These are the ones worn by almost everyone, especially US returned ppl, which have single letters on them.

A, V etc. They must mean something in USA, but here we call it grammar bermuda.

The list is exhaustive. The rest later.

PS: ABF- Anti Bermuda Force

Return to Innocence

Thats the famous number from ENIGMA. That suits well for our lives when we think, we have lost our carefree attitude once and for all, only to get it back from sources we would have never dreamed of.

This happened a couple of days back in the same spot where I was the subject of ridicule for you people in the previous post. Yes, the same spot where I was called uncle!

This time it was a small boy aged around 6-7 clad in the uniform of my alma mater(annai velankanni primary school). He called me Anna! to my surprise and I stopped. He told, if he can accompany me till my street end. I asked him why? He told, he has this so-called bad relationship with a doggy in my street. I could only smile at his innocence and promised that I will leave him in his house if he wanted. He shot back immediately, "My mom will scold if I take strangers near my house." I told okay, only feeling happy for his naivety. What else can I do?

While crossing my street, as if I had tamed dogs and grown with them, I tried to teach him THE DOG ESCAPE.

our conversation grew as follows, and he shot back for almost everything I told.
me: Whenever you get to see a dog, you should not panic.
he: What if the dog is to my back?
me: When the dog is to your back, you will not panic as you don't know it is to your back.
he: (finding the logic difficult to understand)do you have dogs in your house?

me: (thinking how my mom calls me whenever she finds my untidy table, I said) NO

he: (bending down and removing his shoes) look at this.

me: (the ever doubtful me, about my bulbs, I thought if I should make a run.) what's it?

he: the doggy on your street bit me here. (shows a scar)

me: oh! so, thats why you are scared.

he: do you have a dog bite? (he asked with a proud face)

me: no

he: thats the brown doggy which bit me.

while passing the dog, he huddled behind me. I told him, if he did not run, when he sees a doggy, it will not chase him.

he: he told me, he was actually trying to give something to eat that day, when it chased him for no reason.

me: finding nothing suitable to answer, was just walking with him.

he: ok anna(for the second time) I know this is your house, I am leaving.

me: Oh! you know my house?

he: yes, actually I have come to your house with my mom once. Your mom bought some TUPPERWARE tiffin boxes from my mom.

me: Oh! now I remember. You are form this 26th street.

he: yes

me: ok! bye

he: tata!

I entered my house with a doubt, then why should I be a stranger to him?

Who cares! that was one hell of an experience.